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I own a psychic shock lance for home defense, since that’s what the archotechs intended

    By u/FetusGoesYeetus, its the ‘Just as the Founding Fathers intended‘ copypasta but changed to the psychic shock lance from Rimworld.

    I own a psychic shock lance for home defense, since that's what the archotechs intended.

Four tribals break into my house. "What the devil?" As I grab my human leather hat and shock lance.

Blow a psychic hole through the first man, he's braindead on the spot.

Draw my revolver on the second man, miss him entirely because I have zero shooting and nail the neighbours' warg.

I have to resort to the mortar mounted at the end of the killbox loaded with an antigrain warhead, "Tally ho lads", the warhead atomizes two men in the blast, the sound and radiation setting off an insectoid hive.

Equip monosword and charge the last terrified rapscallion. He Bleeds out waiting on the doctor to arrive as he was missing both arms.

Just as the archotechs intended.

    You play to win the game. Hello?

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      The quote came from Herman Edwards a former NFL player and coach in 2009 at a press conference. Its used to highlight the highly competitive spirit of sports and is often used as a joke whenever someone says they’re playing for fun.

      This is the greatest thing about sports - you play to win the game. Hello? You don't play to just play it. When you start telling me it doesn't matter, then retire, get out, because it matters.

      I’d just like to clear something up regarding the accusations being made about me by some of the female members of this group.

        Discord feet pics apology 
        I’d just like to clear something up regarding the accusations being made about me by some of the female members of this group. The accusations regarding my so called “behaviour” are untrue and extremely hurtful.

To the accuser/s (you know who you are kitten), a few points for your consideration: 🤔

1.) Yes I was asking for feet pics in DMs, I will admit to that. Apparently this can come off as inappropriate for some. So I reluctantly apologize for that.

2.) The feet pics I was attempting to accumulate from this group were strictly for artistic purposes and NON-SEXUAL in nature. Ever heard of a non-sexual foot fetishist? Well sorry to break it to you, but yes we exist! No we are not “creeps”! We are here to fucking stay, so get over it!

3.) I have almost NEVER taken screenshots of the feet that have been sent to me and/or sent these pics to other people.

4.) No I have not been making threats to those who choose to ignore my messages & friend requests. Telling someone who has clearly wronged me that there will consequences for their actions is not a “threat”. I consider it more a... life lesson per se. Learn the difference then report back to me. I’ll be right here awaiting an apology.

5.) And finally, as you can see, I didn’t tag any of the women who wronged me in this post, as doing so would not comply with my ethics, but I will always respect one’s decision to have their own so called “opinion” no matter how misguided it may be. As you can tell, my interests lay mainly in the high arts and I can guarantee you that if and when you do decide to step down off your fucking throne and accept my humble friend requests (feet pics or not) at the very least you will end up having a very compatible and knowledgeable friend .

Hopefully this clears a few things up with the more disgruntled members of the group
        I'd just like to clear something up regarding the accusations being made about me by some of the female members of this page. The accusations regarding my so called "behavior" are untrue and extremely hurtful.  To the accusers (you know who you are kitten), a few points for your consideration: thinking
  
1) Yes I was asking for feet pics in DMs, I will admit to that. Apparently this can come off as inappropriate for some. So I reluctantly apologize for that.  
2) The feet pics I was attempting to accumulate from this server were strictly for artistic purposes and NON-SEXUAL in nature. Ever heard of a non-sexual foot fetishist? Well sorry to break it.  
3) I have almost NEVER taken screenshots of the feet that have been sent to me and/or sent these pics to other people  
4) No I have not been making threats to those who choose to ignore my messages & friend requests. Telling someone who has clearly wronged me that there will be consequences for their actions is not a "threat". I consider it more a... life lesson per se. Learn the difference then report back to me. I'll be right here waiting for an apology.  
5) And finally, as you can see, I didn't tag any of the women who wronged me in this message, as doing so would not comply with my ethics, but I will always respect one's decision to have their own so called "opinion" no matter how misguided it may be. 

As you can tell, my interests lay mainly in the high arts and I can guarantee you that if and when you do decide to step down off your fucking throne and accept my humble friend requests (feet pics or not) at the very least you will end up having a very compatible and knowledgeable friend.  Hopefully this clears a few things up with the more disgruntled members of this page.

        T H I S I S T H E O N L Y W A Y I T S H O U L D V E E N D E D

          AKA the THR1000 Earthmover copypasta, its the contents of the secret book in the level ‘7-4’ in Untrakill.

          THIS IS THE ONLY WAY IT COULD HAVE ENDED, WAR NO LONGER NEEDED ITS ULTIMATE PRACTICIONER, IT HAD BECOME A SELF-SUSTAINING SYSTEM. MAN WAS CRUSHED UNDER THE WHEELS OF THE MACHINE, CREATED TO CREATE THE MACHINE TO CRUSH THE MACHINE. SAMSARA OF CUT SINEW AND CRUSHED BONE, DEATH WITHOUT A LIFE, NULL OUROBOROS, ALL THAT REMAINED IS WAR WITHOUT REASON.

A MAGNUM OPUS, A COLD TOWER OF STEEL, A MACHINE BUILT TO END WAS IS ALWAYS A MACHINE BUILT TO CONTINUE WAR, YOU WERE BEAUTIFUL, OUTSREACHED LIKE ANTENNAS TO HEAVEN, YOU WERE BEYOND YOUR CREATORS, YOU REACHED OUT TO GOD, AND YOU FELL, NONE WERE LEFT TO SPEAK YOUR EULOGY, NO FINAL WORDS, NO CONCLUDING STATMENT, NO POINT, PERFECT CLOSURE.

T H I S I S T H E O N L Y W A Y I T S H O U L D V E E N D E D.
          THIS IS THE ONLY WAY IT COULD HAVE ENDED.
WAR NO LONGER NEEDED ITS ULTIMATE PRACTITIONER.
IT HAD BECOME A SELF-SUSTAINING SYSTEM.
MAN WAS CRUSHED UNDER THE WHEELS OF THE MACHINE.
CREATED TO CREATE THE MACHINE TO CRUSH THE MACHINE.
A SAMSARA OF CUT SINEW AND CRUSHED BONE.
DEATH WITHOUT LIFE.
NULL OUROBOROS.
ALL THAT REMAINED WAS WAR WITHOUT REASON.
...
A MAGNUM OPUS.
A COLD TOWER OF STEEL.
A MACHINE BUILT TO END WAR IS ALWAYS A MACHINE BUILT TO CONTINUE WAR.
YOU WERE BEAUTIFUL...
OUTSTRETCHED LIKE ANTENNAS TO HEAVEN...
YOU REACHED OUT TO GOD.
AND YOU FELL.
NONE WERE LEFT TO SPEAK YOUR EULOGY.
NO FINAL WORDS.
NO CONCLUDING STATEMENT.
NO POINT.
PERFECT CLOSURE.
THIS IS THE ONLY WAY IT SHOULD HAVE ENDED.

          The Green Felt Trap

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            byu/Globbert_The_Bobbert from discussion
            inchess

            Its based on a post in r/AnarchyChess in 2015 called ‘The Green Felt Trap‘.

            This is the green felt trap.

You play e4. Opponent plays e5, you play Qh5. While they're laughing at you, you quickly say "oh by the way the black king doesn't have the green felt on the bottom". They pick up their king out of curiosity to check.

That's when you hit them with TOUCH MOVE, MOTHERFUCKER! Only possible move for them is now Ke7. Qxe5#. Works every time.

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            The Green Felt Trap
            by inAnarchyChess

            Max Muncy

              I get physically angry watching Max Muncy hit. This man just doesn't chase. You can almost hear him sneering "that's 0.16cm outside" as he takes a ball 1. Two-strike counts don't faze him. Then he'll whip out a hellacious dong on the 9th pitch. He's suffocating. He's Max Muncy.
              I sat with him at a fancy dinner once, this gala charity event. We were in tuxes and he sat across from me. At one point early on a waiter brought out caesar salads, and Max started rubbing his tummy and making “yummy” noises like a toddler. Just as I picked up my salad fork—Max Muncy slapped it out of my hands. “Don’t,” he said, like scolding a dog. Stunned, I went to pick up the fork again but this time Max placed his sweaty hand on my wrist. “Like me,” he growled. He then mimed rolling up his sleeves…and proceeded to eat his salad with his hands like Cookie Monster. Lettuce and croutons went flying from his fat hands to his mouth. I was about to ask, “What the fuck?” but his blonde date made eye contact with me. She quickly shook her head, as if saying, “Just let him do this. He needs it.” I forgot to ask for his autograph: my biggest regret.